As the days, and weeks, and months keep moving forward, she was left behind; with what concerns her.
She disappeared before we knew, and her smile still reckons us to return for memories sake.
Holding on to the things that keep her with us, the clutter on the table, the un touched car she drove from here to where she felt most at home; her passion for fashion, creating beautiful memories for everyone else.
It hurts to say good-bye. To clean away the mess , to touch what was the last things she touched, as moss and mold take hold of our denial, our sorrow and our regrets. Reminding us just how long such a short time has become. Blessed be Victoria.
knotalya 